(and how to stop it/prevent it/reverse it)

13th May 2014

Chat reblogged from see u in cat heaven. with fish apparently. with 132,355 notes

  • Sext: I kiss you deeply as I lay you back gently on the bed, my hands roaming up your thighs, palms are sweaty, knees weak arms spaghetti

Source: paranormal-intercourse

13th May 2014

Post reblogged from Oh! The unspeakable things. with 63,139 notes

recerulean:

I fell in love with a girl
who picked flowers instead
of arguments and had no 
time for bad things
because she so carefully
curled herself 
against them.  

you were summer recklessness
but you always had these
two rules : stay with me
and dont become a ghost

again.  

13th May 2014

Link reblogged from Kara with 38,382 notes

I went on a date last night →

bewitchedtraveler:

I went on a date last night and then you texted and asked, again, whether I would come there. Start our days with coffee, end with you making dinner. Forever. I feel myself tug towards yes and then I remember why it will always be no with you and I.

There are people in your life who are going to love you for all of the wrong reasons. They will love you for the best part of your face, the best part of you naked, the best mood on your best day, the best story you ever wrote, the best outfit you ever wore.

They are going to miss the scar on the underside of your nose from the time your older brothers dared you to run across a pile of logs. They won’t know that you fell on a hidden nail just as you completed the challenge. They’ll miss the scar on your finger, too from the time you were seven and closed a swiss army knife on it. They won’t understand that these are two of only a handful of things you can remember about your childhood. They’ll notice that you have great tits, but they’ll miss that your thumb tucks into their palm when you’re walking together and that your eyes have darker circles when a migraine is coming. They won’t know you get migraines. They won’t ask where the story you wrote came from, so they’ll never know that it was true. They’ll love it because it feels real to them. They’ll miss knowing the sweatshirt full of holes that they criticized you for wearing was your dads. You might tell them some of these things along the way, but they will remember the best things instead.

They will love your good moods, your energy, your sense of humor, but miss that you never turn to them, but rather to a shower or a pillow or the back of your throat to shed tears. They won’t ever consider you strong.

When the parts that aren’t your best come out, some people will shield their eyes as if you have just forced them to look directly into the sun for hours until their irises burn. They’ll silently make you promise to never show them that again. Those things are not to be shown. Be at your best so I can love you. I would love you more if only you never show me those things.

And you do not marry those people. You do not sit and sleepily drink coffee with those people. You leave those people and you remind yourself that they missed the better parts of you.

Source: waxenneat

13th May 2014

Post reblogged from Good Vibes with 311,413 notes

theblacksupremacist:

hoelita:

female sloths literally scream when they want sex and can be heard up to 700 meters away

#me

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13th May 2014

Photoset reblogged from what do you say we take off our masks? with 310,324 notes

bakurakat:

THESE KILL ME

THIS WATER IS BURNT

Source: keithziliu

13th May 2014

Photo reblogged from Love Life Quotes with 408,847 notes

yanilavigne:

More?

yanilavigne:

More?

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13th May 2014

Quote reblogged from Good Vibes with 230,681 notes

I want to make you smile and I want to make you cum.
I want to hold your hand and I want to hold your hips down while you’re writhing.
I want to make your eyes light up and I want to make them roll in the back of your head.
I want to be your reason to wake up and your reason to stay in bed.
I want to kiss your wounds and I want you to leave them on my back.
I want to play with your hair while you sleep and I want to feel it between my fingers while you are on top of me.
I want to memorize the repetition of your breathing and I want to memorize the sporadics of your moaning.
I want to see the arch in your grin and I want to feel the arch in your back before you collapse.
I want to go out to dinner with you and I want to go down on you.
I want to feel you in my heart and I want to feel you inside me.
I want to make you laugh and I want to make you scream.
I want to still be able to taste you in the morning.
I want you in every form.

Source: acutelesbian

13th May 2014

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incensee:

declaringwar:

cope

I’ve done this

incensee:

declaringwar:

cope

I’ve done this

Source: declaringwar

13th May 2014

Quote reblogged from Oh! The unspeakable things. with 162 notes

This loneliness stings like rug burn,
and I’ve tried, tried, tried,
but I’m just so tired.
Your eyes are like sunflowers in July
and I wish I could give you all that you need.
I’m not as broken as I think I am
and you’re not as sad as you used to be
and together we’re pretty strong
but darling that doesn’t change a damn thing.
Maybe if I were a bird or a bee or even the leaves on the trees
I could fly away from this place
and be what I’m supposed to be.
Until then I’ll crawl under your skin
and live in your bones
and pump through your veins like LSD.
Love isn’t supposed to hurt this bad, baby,
please don’t ever leave.
— A.D. (via anxiouspoet)

Source: anxiouspoet

13th May 2014

Photo reblogged from Love your self so no one has to. with 451,656 notes


my favorite post on this website

my favorite post on this website

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